DBZ X-Readers

Frieza x Reader Pt. 19 'Dream Ascending'

You did what Frieza had said, and went about your life feeling...

...it wasn't relief, or anticipation...

So what was it?

You were mulling over the idea a month later as you were getting ready for yet another match. It wasn't that you were glad he was coming after you...or was it? What was it about this situation that made you--?

You shook your head. It could be any number of things. You'd gotten used to the palace, so you were probably looking forward to being in one again. You missed Kuriza. You missed having authority. But then, there was that something else. As you were entering the building it really hit you.

You were just happy he was coming for you. That he'd gotten enraged on your behalf. While you wouldn't place yourself as the primary inducement, you were at least part of it.

For the first time in a long time, you felt important to someone. And whether or not Frieza still viewed you as a possession didn't seem to matter; in fact, you were almost proud of the fact. You were his. Funny how you'd scoffed at the old saiyan traditions before, and now, well, you were so comforted by them.

"(Y/n)?"

It was one of your sparring partners--a retired fighter who stuck around and hired himself out as, well, a training buddy to anyone in the ring who wanted one--and he'd walked over rather quickly.

"Oh, hey (sp/n)," you said, smiling, "Something I can do for you?"

"You're going to do very well today if you win," he replied with a grin, "You've had a few large bets put on you. Some rich stiff must've thought you were a sure bet or something. I'd be careful if I were you."

"Tryin' to cozy up and get some training sessions out of me, huh?"

"Never hurts to suck up to the gal with money."

"You seem pretty sure that I'll win."

"I know you will, kid. Well, good luck, you're on in a few minutes."

You took a deep breath. You could do this. When he found you, he wouldn't find you lost without him. He'd find you confident, able to take anything thrown at you.

After a minor self-pep talk you walked out of the room and into the ring a few rooms over.

"We've got a special treat for you tonight, folks," said the announcer as you took your place in the ring, "In this course, the mad monkey, the grisly gal, the woman ready to beat the hell out of anyone who says gender equality is a load of shit, give it up for (y/n)!"

You couldn't help but grin at the applause.

"And in the other corner, meet a lifer who's long since been ready to thwart the rising star, you know him, you love him, give us a big round of applause for Myran the Bolt!"

Your opponent was deceptively big, and at sevenish feet or so, towered over you. But you'd heard about him--he wasn't called the Bolt for nothing...

"Begin!"

You and Myran circled each other for a few moments, each testing the other's defenses, until finally, he took a swing at you. You blocked it, and swung back, but he dodged and gave you a hard hit on the jaw. You stumbled back, though only briefly, and lunged forward--ducking, barely, under his next shot--to give him a swift shot under the ribs.

Now it was his turn to stumble, and he started back only a hair too late; you leapt up and returned the hit in the jaw.

For the next ten minutes you traded hit after hit after hit, and you were actually beginning to get impressed. This guy wasn't a champion for no reason, and was keeping up with you. Or...was it you who was keeping up with him? It was hard to know, anymore...